The sex life of a Middle Age peasant
Could not have been terribly pleasant;
The dirt and the grime,
Getting raped all the time:
One is glad that one lives in the present!
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Rush of blood
The next day, when he paused for reflection,
He thought of the risk of infection,
And yet; what to do,
When a man needs a screw?
Who can think, when he’s got an erection?
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Fibber
His technique of seduction was glib;
Charm and wit, an occasional fib.
If a woman saw through him,
And did the same to him,
He’d smile, take a breath, and ad lib.
Driven to distraction
There was mutual instant attraction;
So much so, it proved a distraction.
They used empty rooms,
Once a closet, with brooms,
In their frenzy for sex satisfaction.
Experimental
His love-making was mostly quite gentle,
Though sometimes, well, experimental;
He’d start with vaginal,
Straight-up, but the final
Event might be anal… or dental!
What she sees in him
Although jealous and madly possessive;
Though vain, self-concerned and obsessive,
His steely blue eyes,
And the heft, and the size
Of his cock were distinctly impressive.
The real things
If you think a girl’s tits might be fake,
There are several tests you can make;
Do they droop when set free?
Maybe suck ’em and see,
Or just grab ’em and give ’em a shake.
Aversion therapy
All this mess might have well been averted,
Had not she first teased him and flirted,
But how could she know
That he’d mistreat her so,
In a manner depraved and perverted?
Arabian nights
I enjoy those Arabian tales,
Of dancers, clad just in thin veils,
Who wobble their bellies,
Like rose-water jellies,
To titillate young Arab males.
Light entertainment
He admired the way the light played
On her breasts and her hips as she swayed,
How the music enhanced
Her allure, as she danced,
Though he knew these were tricks of the trade.